The two talked until late, eventually calling their assistants over to consolidate the points discussed tonight into a written contract ready for formal signing tomorrow.

At midnight, leaving the Hilton Hotel, Lu Liang headed towards South City Road in the city center, arriving at Little Wang’s bar, which was touted as a 120 million investment.

The sound waves downstairs were deafening, with numerous handsome men and beautiful women recklessly venting their emotions on the dance floor. Upstairs in the private box, it was quiet like a paradise away from the world.

"Why did you come here alone?"

Little Wang smiled, surrounded by beauties on either side, with girls with delicate features beside him looking happily at Lu Liang.

He glanced around and laughed, saying, "The girls here admire you so much that as soon as they heard you were coming, there was a long queue at the bathroom as they rushed to touch up their makeup. I don’t get such treatment."

Lu Liang chuckled dazedly, while a beauty nestled in Little Wang’s arms rolled her eyes and coquettishly said, "Who said so? I always meet you in my best state."

Upon hearing this, Little Wang burst into laughter, lifting his slightly artificial chin: "That’s why I like you the most."

Lu Liang smiled, grabbed a bottle of beer from the ice bucket, and just sat down when a beautiful lady approached him, smiling: "Mr. Lu, let me pour your beer."

Lu Liang nodded slightly without being too formal, as he held her slim waist, he said to Little Wang: "Come over tomorrow afternoon with a legitimate reason, then I can take you along."

Little Wang, sipping his drink with a grin, replied: "The Panda Plan is seeking financing of five hundred million US dollars to build cloud storage and expand the e-commerce business. Does this count as a legitimate reason?"

The company is listed in the United States, and as the founder and chairman, finding a legitimate reason to go there wasn’t difficult at all.

"The rest is up to you, I’ve already sent the funds to you through Mr. Tang."

Lu Liang insisted on taking Little Wang along, mainly to avoid bets being denied later.

Although the market was unanimously predicting the current French team would win the championship, Croatia wasn’t completely without hope.

The odds showed it clearly, with France’s odds at 1 to 1.4 and Croatia’s at 1 to 3.4.

A bet of 100 pays out 140 including the principal, 1 billion becomes 1.4 billion, 400 million dollars is no small amount.

Even the former child of the First Rich from East Country’s bet could likely be denied, but Lu Liang was different.

Since several gambling companies went public, if they dared to deny, Lu Liang could short them, making it impossible for them to walk away unscathed.

"Wow, so much money, it still makes me a bit excited," Little Wang said with a grin.

The century gamble name had already been reserved, and he, as the participant, was destined to be remembered in history.

"Take it easy, don’t get carried away," Lu Liang said, after finishing his beer, not intending to stay longer.

Little Wang shouted: "Not going to play for a while?"

"A year older, it’s time for some health maintenance."

Lu Liang glanced at Little Wang’s head, making Little Wang’s face turn dark, waving him off: "Get out, you annoy me."

Hair loss wasn’t his fault but mainly Old Wang’s. He considered himself to have a restrained lifestyle but couldn’t resist hereditary power.

The next morning, Mr. Flannery led the team to the company to sign formal cooperation documents.

Upon learning that Little Wang would be joining them, he wasn’t particularly surprised.

Since Lu Liang’s interpersonal relationship map had been in circulation on Wall Street, Little Wang belonged to one of the core circle members, his presence appearing at almost every key development point of Lu Liang.

Although he couldn’t keep up with Lu Liang’s pace now, he hadn’t been abandoned, and their relationship remained good. .

After signing the contract in the morning and dining at noon, at two-thirty in the afternoon, several people boarded Lu Liang’s private jet and set off for the United States.

Departing from Magic City Puxin Airport, straight to New York, the trip totaled 12 and a half hours, following the sun’s trajectory, landing at two in the afternoon on the 14th.

Once the plane boarded, everyone rested or handled their affairs.

After a nap, there were still six hours before landing.

Thus, Little Wang started his performance, actively chatting up Mr. Flannery, claiming himself a seasoned soccer fan, highly optimistic about the French team, belittling Croatia as worthless.

Mr. Flannery didn’t want to deal with this guy and even started to pretend to sleep, but Little Wang was persistently annoying like a fly.

Mr. Flannery, with a darkened face, said grumpily: "West Africa, since you are so confident about France, why not go all in? After all, there’s still a 40-point return, earn four million from one hundred million, earn 400 million from a billion, the more you bet, the more you gain."

Mr. Flannery’s intention was to deter Little Wang, albeit the market’s high consensus that the French team would win, but odds won’t lie.

Currently, the odds are 1 to 1.4, not 1 to 1.01. Even with 1 to 1.01, there’s a 1% chance that the French team won’t win the championship.

He couldn’t believe Little Wang dared to play this big.

However, Little Wang seemed fearless, sighing heavily: "I also want to earn big money, but which gambling company can take such a big bet."

Mr. Flannery scoffed, pulling out two business cards from gambling company general managers: "William Hill is backed by the British Royal Family, with Vanguard and BlackRock, Li Bo is under the Hilton group, indirectly controlled by Blackstone Group, any one of them can swallow all your chips."

His temper flared too, annoyed that a show-off like Little Wang disturbed his rest.

The betting channel has been provided; if you have the guts, go ahead and bet. If not, shut up honestly.

Little Wang seemed to be irritated too and turned to Lu Liang, who was flirting with the purser: "Liangzi, do these two have such strong backgrounds?"

"Not sure about William Hill. As for Li Bo, you can ask him yourself. Stop bothering me."

Lu Liang, with an impatient look, took out a satellite phone and Mr. Su Shimin’s business card from the drawer and threw them over to Little Wang.

Then he held Lin Yan’s hand and headed to the lounge, faintly saying, "You said there’s a heart-shaped birthmark on the sole of your foot? Why haven’t I seen it?"

Lin Yan blushed and murmured softly: "You only like it from behind... of course you wouldn’t notice..."

"Then I must take a good look this time."

Lu Liang burst into laughter as the two headed to the lounge.

"Mr. Lu, this is called ’dashing and unrestrained’, right?" Mr. Flannery smiled knowingly, too lazy to provoke Little Wang any further.

After all, Little Wang has such a good relationship with Lu Liang; if Little Wang really fell into a trap, it might make Lu Liang suspicious, thinking he’s deliberately harming Little Wang.

However, Little Wang did call to ask Mr. Su Shimin, learning that Li Bo is indeed their subsidiary group.

Then he called Li Bo’s general manager, citing Mr. Flannery’s introduction, and bet one billion dollars on the France team winning the championship...

As soon as he said this, not only was Li Bo’s general manager on the phone stunned, but so was Mr. Flannery.

"Why is the odds only 0.37 left?"

Little Wang showed displeasure, then added: "Alright then, provide an account, and I’ll have my assistant transfer the chips to you."

With that, he handed the phone to Mr. Flannery, a proud look on his face, exuding bravado: "Mr. Flannery, please, he insists on talking to you to confirm, isn’t it just a little money? Is there any need to make a big deal out of it?"

Mr. Flannery paused, stiffly took the phone: "It’s me, but we’re still on the plane, let’s talk when we land."

A few years ago, the tragic dismantling of Alstom, involving more than 80 billion dollars, was almost single-handedly facilitated by him.

But that was under the company’s name; personally throwing ten billion dollars to bet on a game, perhaps even the King of Saudi wouldn’t dare play like this.

He’s still worried about being held accountable by Lu Liang, so he intentionally gave Little Wang time to reconsider.

Little Wang did not appreciate the gesture and said irritably: "Don’t do that, why wait to land? Help me confirm it now."

Mr. Flannery glanced at him, sighed helplessly: "Let’s confirm it then, when the money is in, help him place the bet."

Right after the call ended, Mr. Su Shimin received the news and called immediately: "Mr. Wang, why play so big, does Mr. Lu know?"

"Is ten billion dollars a big deal? Does he need to know?" Little Wang still sounded proud, suddenly feeling his ego inflate.

After all, a chairman of General Motors and a chairman of Blackstone Group both came to persuade him; such respect is not something everyone can have.

Mr. Su Shimin chuckled calmly: "If that’s the case, then I wish you good luck, Mr. Wang. We have accepted this bet."

"Mr. Su Shimin, should’ve said that earlier." Little Wang’s hand trembled a bit, but he remained defiant.

"Where is Mr. Lu? Is he nearby?"

"Not at the moment; he just went to handle something."

"Say hello to him for me."

"Okay, will do."

Then Little Wang, right in front of Mr. Flannery, called the private bank manager and directly transferred ten billion dollars to Li Bo’s account.

"Mr. Wang, what audacity!" Mr. Flannery gave a thumbs-up, apologizing for underestimating Little Wang earlier.

Even if he is reckless, a fool with a rich background, his courage to do this, regardless of winning or losing, is already admirable.

"Mr. Flannery, you’re too kind."

Little Wang tilted his head at a 45-degree angle, looking out at the boundless blue sky and white clouds.

Now several big shots know about this bet.

If they want to renege, it’s too late.

The key is whether the France team can really win?

Little Wang felt a surge of anxiety inside.

Although Lu Liang said it’s the power of capital.

But the power of capital can make the France team win,

It also seems like it can make the France team lose.